Rock Bottom (10 page)

Her pussy
buzzed with heat and Kate shuddered, ready for it. She could feel Gage stiffen
above her, felt his muscles clench beneath her heels. His fingers locked within
her hair as he buried his cock deep inside of her.

“Kate…” he moaned
hoarsely, licking her earlobe, his breath mashing against her neck. He knew her
weakness. The sound of her name on his lips was intoxicating and she kissed him
with tender abandon as she exploded onto his shaft. Like a walloping wave, it
sent her under even before she knew it was upon her. She jerked and screeched
at the same time that she felt his body suddenly shake with the power of his
release. He came as hard as she did, fast and brutal, his hips pumping hard
against her, semen bursting from his cock, emptying himself deep inside of her
until he had no more to give.

Kate felt
Gage slump against her and she wrapped her arms tightly around his bare
shoulders. This feeling was beyond ecstasy, beyond bliss. It was incredible,
immeasurable. And nothing would ever come close to it again.

“You’re
staying,” he said without question, as he pulled away from her, his chest
heaving. His hand made a grab for her arm but Kate turned away, her feet
swinging down to the floor. She’d attempted to dress quickly, her legs shaky,
her head buzzing.

“Gage, you’re
not thinking this through,” she said, sighing heavily as she watched him reach
for his jeans. He looked around for his shirt but couldn’t seem to find it.
This time he was quick enough to catch her off-guard and he seized her arm.
Kate cried out in frustration and he released her from his grip.

“What more do
you want from me?” Gage growled.

Kate was
tugging on her boots when a loud noise at the front of the bus drew their
attention. Gage peered from the tinted window and muttered as a shadowy figure
made its way to the door.

“Fucking
hell…”

“Just let me
go,” Kate whispered, rising and pushing past him.

“No. You’re
not going anywhere…not like this,” he snapped.

Kate huffed
angrily. “Let me go, Gage…”

She shoved at
him, intent on escaping while she could, but he grabbed her by the shoulders
and pinned her against the wall.

“Damn, you!”
Kate cried out in frustration.

He gripped
the underside of her chin, holding it tightly, as he moved his mouth to the
crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

“Maybe you
shouldn’t be in such a hurry to walk away from me again, Kate,” he hissed,
tightening his grip.

“So I should
stay, is that it? And then what, Gage? Hope that you don’t get tired of me in a
few months? That you don’t give in to the swarm of groupies that throw
themselves at you at every show?” Kate eyes were blazing with fire. “How long
do you think I can hold your attention in this crazy world of yours?”

Gage scowled.
“Kate…”

He was cut
off by the sound of someone coming up the steps and onto the bus. Quickly, Gage
pulled the curtains of the cabin area shut, as footsteps moved in between the
bunks.

“Gage?” It
was Jeremy.

Kate’s head
jerked away angrily just as the bassist’s voice sounded from outside the
curtain, “You shouldn’t have taken off like that, man. Doesn’t look good
especially with media here.”

“Why won’t
you let me go?” Kate whispered, staring up at Gage as the anger left her,
despair taking its place. She no longer struggled against him. The fight had
left her.

His eyes
looked lost, his expression cloaked in confusion and she wondered with
desperation if he would do it…open his heart to her. Finally say the words that
would make this real… if he would promise himself to her and her only.

Jeremy broke
the silent tension that lingered between them as he called out to Gage once
again. “Everyone’s waiting, Gage. Are you –”

“Get the fuck
out of here!” Gage snapped, furiously.

Silence…and then
the sound of Jeremy’s frustrated sigh. “Come on, man.  I thought you knew
better.  You don’t think we’ve all had our fair share of ex girlfriends,
baby-mama’s and distant relatives …all show up, looking to rekindle some
bullshit connection the moment they found out we had made it?  She’s just
another groupie, Gage.”

In a wild
blur, Gage’s grip on her was gone, as he disappeared behind the curtain. She heard
the sharp snap of his fist clashing with Jeremy’s face, the thud ripping
through the bus and she knew that Gage had lost all control. 

“What the
fuck, man?” Jeremy bellowed.

In a panic,
Kate raced by them and headed for the three steps that would lead her out of
this crazy world and back to her simple, quiet life.

A shirtless
Gage swore and tore out of the cabin, his bare feet flying after Kate who was
already halfway across the lot.

“Kate!”

Gage rushed
after her, even as he heard Jeremy holler, “Brand!”

A member of
the security team suddenly appeared, blocking the entrance, his expression at a
loss. “Gage, man. Calm down.  You can’t be chasing after a woman …anyone
could see you. And look man; you don’t even have a shirt on. Just let me call
it in and we’ll take you to wherever you need to be.”

Growling, Gage
shook his head. “Get out of my way, Brand.”

Angrily, he
shoved past the huge security guard, and then sprinted out the door in search
of Kate.

* * *

“Kate!”

He yelled her
name again and again, his eyes scanning the parking lot as his voice echoed
through the night. Gage ran through an open side gate and he could see that
many of the equipment trucks were gone; the tour was over.

The sound of
a car engine a few hundred yards away caught his attention, and he quickly
turned in its direction. He heard a car door slam and he moved faster.

“Kate!”

The cab’s
headlights turned on and Gage twisted away from the powerful gleam of the
lights.

He saw her
face, pale and distressed, her hair wild and he felt his heart breaking in his
chest…bleeding in agony. Gage knew he was acting crazy, but he couldn’t stop.
Couldn’t keep his heart from racing as fear and panic set in.

 “I love
you…” he heard himself groan, just as the car tore away with a screech of tires
on the cool pavement.

Gage was
running. Chasing after the cab even though it was no use. It headed out of the
parking section and vanished around the corner.

Fuck. Fuck.
His legs stopped, his body doubling over from the stitch in his side. Trying to
catch his breath, he leaned his hands on his knees.

“Fuck!” he
cursed through clenched teeth as Brand stood in the shadows, watching the scene
unfold.

He knew what
she had needed from him, and he hadn’t given it to her. His chest ached and the
pain only intensified as he realized that she wasn’t coming back.  He ran
his fingers through his hair, gripping his scalp in frustration, a growl
rumbling into the night. He sucked in a deep breath, willing the pain to
subside just long enough so he could breathe…
and plan.
He needed a plan.
She’d walked away before and he’d let her go. This time, he wouldn’t make it so
easy. He’d been a fighter his entire life, fighting for respect, for glory, for
fame. Now there was only one thing worth fighting for and he wouldn’t give up
until she was back in his arms where she belonged.

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